Wanna see what's in my diaper bag? =)

Last year my second born Lani, was crying in the shower. She was 2 yrs then. "My caca is coming out!," she told me.
Yes, we call number 2 'caca.' What do you call it?
So, I grabbed Lani and put her on the toilet. Now, she was crying because her "caca is coming out" and because she was sitting on the toilet for the first time. My first born, Damai witnessed the whole thing with jaw dropped and in absolute awe. Her little sister went poo on the potty before she had.
From that day on, we had little problem putting the two of them on the potty. No more diapers! That was HUGE, not only time wise, but in our pocket book.
About 6 months ago, Ana went doo doo on the potty. It was quite a celebration. I took pictures of Anna next to the toilet and her creation. She was so happy. Then, I sent the pictures to all my family. It was grand.
That was the last day Anna bombed in the potty.
I've shown her the pictures. I gave her the Elmo uses the potty DVD. I read her books about using the potty. She got her own little 'special potty.' I've lectured her (Ever try to lecture a 2 yr old? Their minds check out quick!). I've gone through the litany, "but so_and_so uses the potty. Don't you want to be like so_and_so?" (And in 12 years I'll lecturing her like, "if so_and_so jumps from a cliff, are you going to do it, too?! We parents just do it to ourselves!) Nothing works. I don't know what the deal is.
Now, my little Anna is 2 1/2 yrs old. At least once a day, she hands me a diaper and says, "Papi, I gotta go caca." After I put it on her, she runs to the bathroom and shuts the door. When she comes out, she whines to me, "Papi, my caca hurts." (I hope she grows out of whining, but she really is cute when she does it.)
"Anna, don't you want to go caca on the potty like your sisters? It doesn't hurt when you go on the potty." Actually, I have no idea why she says it hurts, but I use it to my advantage.
A couple of times my wife held her down on the potty until she went made her poopy. But she cries and I just don't like doing that.
Her diapers are running out and I REALLY don't want to buy any more, but I started looking at coupons again.
Then, 2 days ago, Anna runs up to me while I'm making breakfast; "Papi, I made caca on the potty!" She grabs me hand. Relunctly, I go along. "I'll believe it when I see it," I mutter under my breath. But there it was. It stunk so sweetly to me! Certainly, I was happier than she was. "Look everyone, Anna made caca in the potty!!" Her sisters were stoked. I don't know why, they never had to clean her squirts.
We put stars on a little chart every time she puts her logs in the potty. Now she goes multiple times a day instead of only one.
What is that about?! Where did all the dookie come from??! Was she storing it? This girl knows how to ham it up.
Anyway, even though I'm getting kind of grossed out every time I gotta dump her bowl into the toilet (it doesn't smell so sweet anymore), I'm pretty happy about this change in my house hold.
But what am I going to carry in my diaper bag??